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Fickle Friend

I miss her still - although our friendship died;
she doesn't know (or care) how much I've cried.


written 25th October for Regina's From the Heart contest

Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020

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Jennifer Proxenos

November 6, 2020 at 8:04 AM

Aaaaw I'm sorry - you must have one beautiful soft heart Jack my friend, which she didn't deserve. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer

Carolyn Devonshire

October 26, 2020 at 1:13 PM

Can't help but wonder which friend this is, Jack. A very touching, short poem that evokes a lot of emotion!

October 26, 2020 at 1:09 AM

Short but very emotional, Jack. You have such a way with words, my friend. Regards // paul

October 25, 2020 at 7:21 PM

Jack, I agree with all the comments, they tell it well. The people that come in go in our lives...like ships passing in the night. -Richard

October 25, 2020 at 2:42 PM

The power of really good poetry: So much expressed in so little space.

October 25, 2020 at 1:42 PM

Ahhh!! Emotive and expressive work. Thanks for the visit to my page. This reads like a good contender. Sara

October 25, 2020 at 1:10 PM

aww i have a huge lump in my throat Jack:-( hugs jan xx

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